By the time I reached home it was considerably13 past midnight; I was not, however, the least tired, so, exchanging my dress coat for an old velvet14 painting jacket, for which I entertained a lasting15 affection, I lit a cigar and began to promenade16 the room. It had been a fancy of mine when I first took the studio, which, you must understand, was of more than the usual size, to have it decorated in the Egyptian fashion, and, after my meeting with Pharos, this seemed to have a singular appropriateness. It was as if the quaint17 images of the gods, which decorated the walls, were watching me with almost human interest, and even the gilded18 countenance19 upon the mummy-case, in the alcove20 at the farther end, wore an expression I had never noticed on it before. It might have been saying: “Ah, my nineteenth century friend, your father stole me from the land of my birth, and from the resting-place the gods decreed for me; but beware, for retribution is pursuing you and is even now close upon your heels.”
Cigar in hand, I stopped in my walk and looked at it, thinking as I did so of the country from which it had hailed, and of the changes that had taken place in the world during the time it had lain in its Theban tomb, whence it had emerged in the middle of the nineteenth century, with colouring as fresh, and detail as perfect, as on the day when the hieroglyphs21 had first left the artist’s hand. It was an unusually fine specimen22 — one of the most perfect, indeed, of its kind ever brought to England, and, under the influence of the interest it now inspired in me, I went to an ancient cabinet on the other side of the room, and, opening a small drawer, took from it a bulky pocketbook, once the property of my father. He it was, as I have already said, who had discovered the mummy in question, and it was from him, at his death, in company with many other Egyptian treasures, that I received it.
As I turned the yellow, time-stained pages in search of the information I wanted, the clock of St. Jude’s, in the street behind, struck one, solemnly and deliberately23, as though it were conscious of the part it played in the passage of time into eternity24. To my surprise the reference was more difficult to find than I had anticipated. Entries there were in hundreds; records of distances travelled, of measurements taken, evidence as to the supposed whereabouts of tombs, translations of hieroglyphics25, paintings, and inscriptions26, memoranda28 of amounts paid to Arab sheiks, details of stores and equipments, but for some time no trace of the information for which I was searching. At last, however, it struck me to look in the pocket contained in the cover of the book. My diligence was immediately rewarded, for there, carefully folded and hidden away, was the small square of parchment upon which my father had written the name once borne by the dead man, with a complete translation of the record upon the cartonnage itself. According to the statement here set forth30, the coffin31 contained the mortal remains32 of a certain Ptahmes, Chief of the King’s Magicians — an individual who flourished during the reign33 of Menptah (Amenepthes of the Greeks, but better known to the nineteenth century as the Pharaoh of the Exodus). For all I knew to the contrary, my silent property might have been one of that band of conjurors who pitted their wits against Moses, and by so doing had caused Pharaoh’s heart to be hardened so that he would not let the Children go. Once more I stood looking at the stolid34 representation of a face before me, guessing at the history of the man within, and wondering whether his success in life had equalled his ambition, or was commensurate with his merits, and whether in that age, so long since dead, his heart had ever been thrilled by thoughts of love.
While wrapped in this brown study, my ears, which on that particular occasion were for some reason abnormally acute, detected the sound of a soft footfall on the polished boards at the farther end of the room. I wheeled sharply round, and a moment later almost fell back against the mummy-case under the influence of my surprise. (How he had got there I could not tell, for I was certain I had locked the door behind me when I entered the house.) It is sufficient, however, that, standing before me, scarcely a dozen feet away, breathing heavily as though he had been running, and with what struck me as a frightened look in his eyes, was no less a person than Monsieur Pharos, the man I had met at the foot of Cleopatra’s Needle some weeks before, at the Academy that afternoon, and at Medenham House only a couple of hours since. Upward of a minute must have elapsed before I could find sufficient voice to inquire the reason of his presence in my room.
“My dear Mr. Forrester,” he said in a conciliatory tone, “while offering you ten thousand apologies for my intrusion, I must explain that it is quite by accident I am here. On reaching home this evening I pined for a breath of fresh air. Accordingly I went for a stroll, lost my way, and eventually found myself in this street, where, seeing an open door, I took the liberty of entering for the purpose of inquiring the way to my hotel. It was not until you turned round that I realised my good fortune in having chanced upon a friend. It is plain, however, that my presence is not as welcome as I could have desired.”
From the way he spoke35 I gathered that for some purpose of his own he had taken, or was pretending to take, offence at my reception of him. Knowing, therefore, that if I desired to see anything further of his beautiful companion, an idea which I will confess had more than once occurred to me, I must exert myself to conciliate him, I hastened to apologise for the welcome I had given him, explaining that any momentary36 hesitation37 I might have shown was due more to my surprise than to any intended discourtesy toward himself.
“In that case let us agree to say no more about it,” he answered politely, but with the same expression of cunning upon his face to which I have referred elsewhere. “You were quite within your rights. I should have remembered that in England an impromptu38 visit at one in the morning, on the part of an acquaintance of a few hours’ standing, is scarcely likely to be well received.”
“If you will carry your memory back a few weeks,” I said, as I wheeled a chair up for him, “you will remember that our acquaintance is not of such a recent date.”
“I am rejoiced to hear it,” he replied, with a sharp glance at me as he seated himself. “Nevertheless, I must confess that I fail for the moment to remember where I had the pleasure of meeting you on that occasion. It is not a complimentary39 admission, I will admit; but, as you know, age is proverbially forgetful, and my memory is far from being what it once was.”
Could the man be pretending, or had the incident really escaped his memory? It was just possible, of course, that on that occasion my face had failed to impress itself upon his recollection; but after the hard things I had said to him on that memorable40 occasion, I had to confess it seemed unlikely. Then the remembrance of the drowning man’s piteous cry for help, and the other’s demoniacal conduct on the steps returned to me, and I resolved to show no mercy.
“The occasion to which I refer, Monsieur Pharos,” I said, standing opposite him and speaking with a sternness that in the light of all that has transpired41 since seems almost ludicrous, “was an evening toward the end of March — a cold, wet night when you stood upon the steps below Cleopatra’s Needle, and not only refused help to, but, in a most inhuman42 fashion, laughed at, a drowning man.”
I half expected that he would offer a vehement43 denial, or would at least put forward the plea of forgetfulness. To my surprise, however, he did neither.
“I remember the incident perfectly,” he answered, with the utmost composure. “At the same time, I assure you, you wrong me when you declare I laughed — on my word, you do! Let us suppose, however, that I did do so; and where is the harm? The man desired death; his own action confessed it, otherwise how came he there? It was proved at the inquest that he had repeatedly declared himself weary of life. He was starving; he was without hope. Had he lived over that night, death, under any circumstances, would only have been a matter of a few days with him. Would you therefore have had me, knowing all this, prolong such an existence? In the name of that humanity to which you referred just now, I ask you the question. You say I laughed. Would you have had me weep?”
“A specious44 argument,” I replied; “but I own to you frankly45 I consider the incident a detestable one.”
“There I will meet you most willingly,” he continued. “From your point of view it certainly was. From mine — well, as I said just now, I confess I view it differently. However, I give you my assurance, your pity is undeserved. The man was a contemptible46 scoundrel in every way. He came of respectable stock, was reared under the happiest auspices47. Had he chosen he might have risen to anything in his own rank of life; but he would not choose. At fifteen he robbed his father’s till to indulge in debauchery, and had broken his parents’ hearts before he was five-and-twenty. He married a girl as good as he was bad, and as a result starved not only himself but his wife and children. Though employment was repeatedly offered him, he refused it, not from any inability to work, but from sheer distaste of labour. He had not sufficient wit, courage, or energy to become a criminal; but throughout his life, wherever he went, and upon all with whom he came in contact, he brought misery48 and disgrace. Eventually he reached the end of his tether, and was cast off by every one. The result you know.”
The fluency49 and gusto with which he related these sordid50 details amazed me. I inquired how, since by his own confession51 he had been such a short time in London, he had become cognisant of the man’s history. He hesitated before replying.
“Have I not told you once before to-night,” he said, “that there are very few things in this world which are hidden from my knowledge? Were it necessary, I could tell you circumstances in your own life that you flatter yourself are known to no one but yourself. But do not let us talk of such things now. When I entered the room you were reading a paper. You hold it in your hand at this moment.”
“It is a translation of the inscription27 upon the mummy-case over yonder,” I replied, with an eagerness to change the subject that provoked a smile in Pharos. “At his death many of his Egyptian treasures came into my possession, this among them. For some reason or another I had never read the translation until to-night. I suppose it must have been my meeting with you that put the idea into my head.”
“I am interested in such matters, as you know. May I, therefore, be permitted to look at it?”
With a parade of indifference52 that I could easily see was assumed, Pharos had extended his withered53 old hand and taken it from me before I realised what he was doing. Having obtained it, he leaned back in his chair, and stared at the paper as if he could not remove his eyes from it. For some moments not a word passed his lips. Then, muttering something to himself in a language I did not recognise, he sprang to his feet. The quickness of the action was so different from his usual enfeebled movements that I did not fail to notice it.
“The mummy?” he cried. “Show me the mummy!”
Before I could answer or comply with his request, he had discovered it for himself, had crossed to it and was devouring54 it with his eyes.
Upward of three minutes must have elapsed before he turned to me again. When he did so, I scarcely recognised the man. So distorted was his countenance that I instinctively55 recoiled56 from him in horror.
“Thy father, was it, wretched man,” he cried, shaking his skeleton fist at me, while his body trembled like a leaf in the whirlwind of his passion, “who stole this body from its resting-place? Thy father, was it, who broke the seals the gods had placed upon the tombs of those who were their servants? If that be so, then may the punishment decreed against the sin of sacrilege be visited upon thee and thine for evermore!” Then, turning to the mummy, he continued, as if partly to it and partly to himself: “Oh, mighty57 Egypt! hast thou fallen so far from thy high estate that even the bodies of thy kings and priests may no longer rest within their tombs, but are ravished from thee to be gaped58 at in alien lands? But, by Osiris, a time of punishment is coming. It is decreed, and none shall stay the sword!”
If I had been surprised at the excitement he had shown on reading the paper, it was nothing to the astonishment59 I felt now. For the first time since I had known him, a suspicion of his sanity60 crossed my mind, and my first inclination61 was to draw away from him. Then the fit, as I deemed it, passed, and his expression changed completely. He uttered a queer little laugh, that might have been one of shame or annoyance62.
“Once more I must crave63 your forgiveness, Mr. Forrester,” he said, as he sank exhausted64 into a chair. “Believe me, I had not the least intention of offending you. Your father was, I know, an ardent65 Egyptologist, one of that intrepid66 band who penetrated67 to every corner of our sacred land, digging, delving68, and bringing to light such tombs, temples, and monuments as have for centuries lain hidden from the sight of man. For my own part, as you may have gathered from my tirade69 just now, my sympathies do not lie in that direction. I am one who reverences70 the past, and would fain have others do so.”
“At the same time, I scarcely see that that justifies71 such language toward myself as you used a few moments since,” I replied, with a fair amount of warmth, which I think it will be conceded I had every right to feel.
“It does not justify72 it in the least,” he answered, with ready condescension73. “The only way I can hope to do so is on the plea of the exuberance74 of my emotion. My dear Mr. Forrester, I beg you will not misunderstand me. I would not quarrel with you for the wealth of England. Though you are not aware of it, there is a bond between us that is stronger than chains of steel. You are required for a certain work, and for that reason alone I dare not offend you or excite your anger, even if I otherwise desired to do so. In this matter I am not my own master.”
“A bond between us, Monsieur Pharos? A work for which I am required? I am afraid I do not understand what you mean.”
“And it is not in my power to enlighten you. Remain assured of this, however, when the time is ripe you will be informed.”
As he said this the same light that I have described before came into his eyes, causing them to shine with an unnatural75 brilliance76. To use a fishing simile77, it made me think of the gleam that comes into the eyes of a hungry pike as he darts78 toward his helpless prey79. Taken in conjunction with the extraordinary language he had used toward me, I felt more than ever convinced of his insanity80. The thought was by no means a cheerful one. Here I was, alone with a dangerous lunatic, in the middle of the night, and not a soul within call. How I was to rid myself of him I could not see. Under the circumstances, therefore, I knew that I must humour him until I could hit upon a scheme. I accordingly tried to frame a conciliatory speech, but before I could do so he had turned to me again.
“Your thoughts are easily read,” he began, with a repetition of that queer little laugh which I have described before; and as he uttered it he leaned a little closer to me till I was sick and faint with the mere81 horror of his presence. “You think me mad, and it will require more than my assurance to make you believe that I am not. How slight is your knowledge of me! But there, let us put that aside for to-night. There is something of much greater importance to be arranged between us. In the first place, it is necessary both for your sake — your safety, if you like — and for mine, that yonder mummy should pass into my possession.”
“Impossible!” I answered. “I could not dream of such a thing! It was one of my poor father’s greatest treasures, and for that reason alone no consideration would induce me to part with it. Besides, despite your assertion that it is for our mutual82 safety, I can not see by what right you ask such a favour of me.”
“If you only knew how important it is,” he repeated, “that that particular mummy should become my property, you would not know a single minute’s peace until you had seen the last of it. You may not believe me when I say that I have been searching for it without intermission for nearly fifteen years, and it was only yesterday I learned you were the owner of it. And yet it is the truth.”
If I had not had sufficient proof already, here was enough to convince me of his madness. By his own confession, until that evening he had had no notion of my identity, much less of the things I possessed83. How, therefore, could he have become aware that I was the owner of the remains of Ptahmes, the King’s magician? Under the influence of the momentary irritation84 caused by his persistence85 my intention of humouring him quite slipped my memory, and I answered sharply that it was no use his bothering me further about the matter, as I had made up my mind and was not to be moved from it.
He took my refusal with apparent coolness; but the light which still lingered in his eyes warned me, before it was too late, not to rely too much upon this. I knew that in his heart he was raging against me, and that any moment might see his passion taking active shape.
“You must excuse my saying so, Monsieur Pharos,” I said, rising from my chair and moving toward the door, “but I think it would perhaps be better for both of us to terminate this most unpleasant interview. It is getting late and I am tired. With your permission, I will open the door for you.”
Seeing that I was determined86 he should go, and realising, I suppose, that it was no use his staying longer, he also rose, and a more evil-looking figure than he presented as he did so Victor Hugo himself could scarcely have imagined. The light of the quaint old Venetian hanging-lamp in the middle of the room fell full and fair upon his face, showing me the deep-set gleaming eyes, the wrinkled, nut-cracker face, and the extraordinary development of shoulder to which I have already directed attention. Old man as he was, a braver man than myself might have been excused had he declined the task of tackling him, and I had the additional spur of knowing that if he got the better of me he would show no mercy. For this reason alone I watched his every movement.
“Come, come, my foolish young friend,” he said at length, “in spite of my warning, here we are at a deadlock87 again! You really must not take things so seriously. Had I had any idea that you were so determined not to let me have the thing, I would not have dreamed of asking for it. It was for your own good as well as mine that I did so. Now, since you desire to turn me out, I will not force my presence upon you. But let us part friends.”
As he said this he advanced toward me with extended hand, leaning heavily upon his stick, according to his custom, and to all intents and purposes as pathetic an example of senile decrepitude88 as a man could wish to see. If he were going off like this, I flattered myself I was escaping from my horrible predicament in an easier manner than I had expected. Nevertheless, I was fully29 determined, if I could but once get him on the other side of the street door, no earthly consideration should induce me ever to admit him to my dwelling89 again. His hand was deathly cold — so cold, in fact, that even in my excitement I could not help noticing it. I had scarcely done so, however, before a tremor90 ran through his figure and, with a guttural noise that could scarcely be described as a cry, he dropped my hand and sprang forward at my throat.
If I live to be a hundred I shall not forget the absolute, the unspeakable, the indescribable terror of that moment. Till then I had never regarded myself in the light of a coward; on the contrary, I had on several occasions had good reason to congratulate myself upon what is popularly termed my “nerve.” Now, however, it was all different. Possibly the feeling of repulsion, I might almost say of fear, I had hitherto entertained for him had something to do with it. It may have been the mesmeric power, which I afterward91 had good reason to know he possessed, that did it. At any rate, from the moment he pounced92 upon me I found myself incapable93 of resistance. It was as if all my will power were being slowly extracted from me by the mere contact of those skeleton fingers which, when they had once touched my flesh, seemed to lose their icy coldness and to burn like red-hot iron. In a dim and misty94 fashion, somewhat as one sees people in a fog, I was conscious of the devilish ferocity of the countenance that was looking into mine. Then a strange feeling of numbness95 took possession of me, an entire lack of interest in everything, even in life itself. Gradually and easily I sank into the chair behind me, the room swam before my eyes, an intense craving96 for sleep overcame me, and little by little, still without any attempt at resistance, my head fell back and I lost consciousness.
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